In the middle of the desert you can say anything you want
“describes the time it takes for a person to make a decision as a result of the possible choices he or she has: increasing the number of choices will increase the decision time logarithmically.” + The higher the IQ, the slower does the time grow:
Ostracism (Greek: ὀστρακισμός, ostrakismos) was a procedure under the Athenian democracy in which any citizen could be expelled from the city-state of Athens for ten years.
The source, in defending his ego, reveals information to justify or rationalize his actions.
Schizophrenia in the family, mood disorders (esp. bipolar and depression), ability to find connections between ideas, high (but not necessarily exceptionally high) IQ seem to cover everything pretty well.
There is absolutely nothing you can do about it. It would be like
telling you not to blink while I stuck a hot needle in your eye.
At the time my lungs emptied and I began to draw water, I would have
sold my children to escape. There was no choice, or chance, and
willpower was not involved.
The idea by itself is excellent and has immense potential. I need to think more about this
“high ceilings seemed to put test participants in a mindset of freedom, creativity, and abstraction, whereas the lower ceilings prompting more confined thinking.” + interesting ways to measure that
“our brain encodes new experiences, but not familiar ones, into memory, and our retrospective judgment of time is based on how many new memories we create over a certain period. In other words, the more new memories we build on a weekend getaway, the longer that trip will seem in hindsight"
I want to use such a title sometime. It’s awesome
In the first chapter, the narrator and his good friend, Havran, set out on a rather typical journey for young Poles—eastwards to Ukraine. More specifically: to the western area of Ukraine that was part of Polish territory for many centuries, known in former eras as “Galicia.” Fueled by cultural nostalgia, many Polish people are drawn there to seek out vestiges of Polish history or traces of their own families. A popular destination is the now-Ukrainian town of Drohobych, where people go in order to pay homage to one of Poland’s greatest writers—Bruno Schulz. In this book, which is written in a gonzo-like style that blurs boundaries between travel reportage and fiction, Szczerek reveals that this type of journey has acquired the aura of a Kerouac-style road trip among young Poles in search of adventure. Just like the beatniks, the narrator and his sidekick Havran are constantly intoxicated. Their alcohol of choice is “Vigor,” a strong “balsam” that can be bought over the counter in Ukrainian pharmacies.
Removing alleged obscene language or topics.